|I have not had a haircut|
since June '12
Georgia in October normal temps in the 70's. Temperature in Georgia when we passed Atlanta on Friday at noon: 54 degrees. Temperature 1 hour north in the mountains: 46 and windy.
When we arrived at the first orchard the wind was blowing, the air was just the way I wanted my apples: crisp, cool and with a snap to it. I got what I wanted. We got apples at four different orchards, in eight different varieties.
|Valley of a small family orchard|
|Near the Mercier Orchard mega store|
Saturday: Twenty-nine degrees. That is what the temperature was when we woke up on Saturday morning in north Georgia. It warmed up to a balmy 55 degrees by 3pm. After going to a small family orchard and then a freaking enormous semi commercial orchard with a store the size of a small Target we had the best experience of the weekend. We climbed the tallest mountain in Georgia.
|Entrance to path. Get the no bike sign.|
No one could bike up this
steep an incline.
Ah, no. It was much more than that. Brasstown Bald is 4,784 feet above sea level. When you drive to the parking area you still have 6/10ths of a mile to get to the top of the mountain. There is a can that takes 90% of the visitors to the top. Then there is a walking path for those who want to walk the 6/10ths of a mile . . . .
oxygen - please!
Try this: walk six-tenths of a mile up steep staircase. That will give you an idea of what this was like. I walk up stairs. I walk up hills. I walk on a treadmill and use the incline. I thought this hill was going to kill me. I literally had to stop every 1/10th of a mile to catch my breath. My husband had to pull me at one point near the top. And then when you get to the top there are STAIRS to take you to the top of the observation tower.
I finished the mountain death march,
|I claim this mountain for|
former fatties everywhere
Because of the degree of incline on the path I decided to take the van back down. My lungs may have hated me for the unplanned excursion that afternoon but my legs had no problem with the path as long as I was going up the mountain. I knew going back down would be hard on my knees. More than hard, I knew traveling down hill at that angle could really damage my stressed knees. I insisted on a van to go back down the mountain.
We went to several 'country store' knick-knack shops and I model train museum. In the train museum. I will write more on the trip in a future post. For now I want to share my gratitude for traveling with my own food. We only ate 'out' for our lunches. We skipped the doughnuts, danish, ice cream and all kinds of breads and pies. I skipped the 'free breakfast at the hotel in favor of my own food.
I had a great birthday and weekend keeping the pounds off while traveling. If I had been obsessed by the foods, my next meal and what other snack I could 'sneak in' we would have never have thought to stop and see the top of the mountain. What a gift!
What was your best surprise excursion since you started keeping the pounds off?